homeless forever and endless adwd spoilers

[withpain]

N - no. No, you can't. You can't, I promised. I promised I wouldn't run away and I don't mean to, not ever. I swore on my honor as a... the honor of my House.

I love him. I do, I swear it. And - [ this incoherant babbling gives way to high pitched whimpering, pleading, begging ] - and, I - I'll give him sons. Lots of sons. Strong and trueb - born sons, too. I promise. I swear. I won't make him angry, I won't cry anymore. [ which she can't really say with tears brimming in her eyes. oh those eyes. ]

I want to go back. Just... Just leave me be. Please. Please. I am a good wife.

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[turncloak]

Shhh, Arya, shh now, it'll all be well.

[withpain]

It won't. It won't be, he'll find out, it'll make him angry.

[turncloak]

Stop sniveling. It's not running away if you're taken, is it? He can't make them give us back.

[motherofwinter]

How can this be? Who's wife are you?

[excoriation]

Is it really necessary to make quite such a fuss, my lady wife? I'm sure whatever happens, I will find you.

[handofwinter]

Has someone taken you against your wishes?

[withpain]

Lord Ramsay Bolton's. The rightful lord of Winterfell.

[ she knows you. she knows you're dead. that doesn't stopper the words in her mouth though; they are habitual now. ]

[withpain]

[ she knows you too. she knows you're dead. you should be dead at least. why aren't you dead you're going to ruin everything. ]

[ when she speaks it's breathless and quiet, more whisper than anything else. ]

Yes.

[fearcutsdeeper]

A wife to who?

[withpain]

It won't make a difference. [ to him. and what is a mundane compared to him either? ] They are only human and he's - he's...

[wont]

[ Alayne has never been a good wife, for she has never been married. Sansa had been, of course, though against her wishes. (It is not a thought she cares to revisit.)

After a long pause— ]

I know your face.

[withpain]

[ No. ]

Of course you will. [ No. ] I had no doubt of that, my lord. [ No. No, and she doesn't know what he wants to hear here. ] I will...wait for you.

[ Nonononono. ]

[handofwinter]

Then it cannot be said that you ran away. You should not blame yourself for something you could not control.

Whose wife have you become, Jeyne? [Even though the girl is older now, and changed from the carefree child she was once, she is still someone Ned recognizes. Jeyne Poole was Sansa's best friend, from Winterfell to King's Landing.]

If need be, I will have words with him on your behalf.

[fotlenke]

Hush. Hush.

Why do you cry, young bride?

[And...why are you so bruised and battered?]

[withpain]

[ She's a better wife than the real Arya would have been. She had felt more like a sister to Sansa than the real Arya, too - they'd played dolls together while the other girl had rolled in dirt and ruined fine dresses. But then to what does it speak when she looks at the dark haired girls face with fear in the place of familiarity, hesitance in the place of happiness and terror instead of recognition. ]

Yes... [ She ventures after a pause of her own. This girl hadn't been in Winterfell last she remembered - only washerwoman and handmaids and none quiet so pretty. That leads her to think of King's Landing and the brothel - there were pretty girls there...some of them - but that had been where Jeyne Poole had died and highborn ladies didn't know associate with whores. She was a highborn lady now. ] It has changed since I was younger.

[withpain]

[ Wow did the bottom just drop out of her stomach or do you look remarkably like a dead girl? ]

Lord Ramsay. The rightful lord of Winterfell.

[withpain]

[ No, nonononono, no. Her face pales significantly and her eyes go wide as saucers. A scream starts in her chest and dies in her throat and tears well in her eyes. Now the whisper has graduated to a shrill squeak. ]

That's not my name.

[withpain]

For...for want of my lord husband. I do not want to be here already miss him greatly.

[handofwinter]

It is not...? [Ned might have believed he could be mistaken if not for the strength of her reaction. Nothing about a simple mistake should elicit a choked scream or tears in her eyes.]

What is your name?

[fotlenke]

Truly?

[Reaches out a hand.]

Why do you shake and cry?

[motherofwinter]

Ramsay Bolton is not the rightful lord of Winterfell. My son is.

[withpain]

[ She doesn't want to lie to him. Eddard Stark was as prominent a figure in her life as her own father, who had been his steward. It felt like a betrayal on a new level, and a dangerous one. But Ned Stark killed his traitors quickly where as her lord husband liked to take his time. He would start with her feet - ]

Arya.

[withpain]

Robb Stark is dead. [ my brother, she should say. my brother is dead. ]

[withpain]

It is cold and I am lonely without him.

[ That's good, that's true and wifelike. She still feels the need to desperately reaffirm; ]

I love him.

[fotlenke]

Is it?

[She cocks her head to the side, a warm glow radiating from her body.]

You speak with practiced solemnity.